My father bowhunted in the 50's and bowhunted the year before he passed in 1996.
Somewhere along the way he took the time to drag me around with him, tolerated me spooking deer, helped me build stands to increase my odds, taught me about scouting, reading sign, helped me find arrows when I missed, bought my first camo clothes, helped me track and drag my first bow-kill. That's just a few things he did for me.
He apparently never had a Bear Bowhunter's knife kit. If he'd ever bought one, I'd have it and my 3 girls would have to fight for it when I'm done here on this side.
just sayin'
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